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@flawedxshatteredxsouls
Welcome! I am a indie and mumu account, looking for roleplay partners. I love angst and just crying over our characters and stories. Minors don’t follow. If you are interested in possibly writing and plotting together, hit me up on Tumblr messenger. Let the drama begin.
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It's PRIDE MONTH! YAY
So, today I went to the cutest pride market where local queer artists are selling jewelry, shirts, candles and all this other stuff they hand made. I had to get a bi candle and let me say, it smells so GOOD.
Now, onto rp replies lol
My account has been fixed, so I am back and will be working on replies. If anyone wants to plot or threads, let me know
Hey everyone! Google’s automated system hit my blog with a false-dangerous warning because of my theme. The site is 100% safe, and I already submitted a review to Google to clear it! I am annoyed tho.
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
@flawedxshatteredxsouls ❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ &&jeremy&allison argent
Jeremy almost laughed. There was something about this woman with a dark hair and dark eyes that reminded him of his sister strong resilient, unafraid. Or if she was afraid she didn't let it show he had to respect that. In fact he did respect that however he knew for all of his time being under that going in alone was not a smart idea he paused ❝I wasn't planning on stopping you I was planning on coming along❞ he could tell that this woman was very well trained that she seemed to know how to use her weapon and how to protect herself, but even the most trained and skilled fighter could still use backup.
He was still on the hunt on for a cure for a sister. He knew deep down she hated being a vampire even when he had tried to show her that she was still a sister he always knew and loved she hated it. And if he was being honest he hated it too. Not because ridiculously disliked vampires, but ever since Elena turned there was something different about her and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was almost like she wasn't his sister. Jeremy suppose he could blame it on the sirebond or maybe it brought out the worst qualities in her.
He stopped her once more putting his hand gently on her arm so that she wouldn't feel threatened. He knows someone just grabbed him like that, he would have instantly see them as a threat. ❝as bad as as you are Miss argent, everyone could do some backup.❞
Allison’s eyebrow lifted, irritation rising as she heard Jeremy’s comment about coming along. She’d spent years proving she could hunt alone; she was an Argent. The suggestion bit at her pride, especially coming from another hunter she barely knew. Jeremy was right, the risk was real. Not all werewolves were as kind as Scott McCall. Still, she could handle herself, and she wanted Jeremy to see that.
“I've done this long enough to know when I need backup,” Allison’s words slid from her lips with rare harshness. “Today isn’t one of those days, Jeremy.” She pulled at her quiver that held her arrows. Before she could continue, Jeremy gently placed a hand on her arm. With instinctive speed, Allison spun and aimed her arrow forward, only to realize it was Jeremy. A small laugh escaped her. “Sorry, instinct. But trust me, I won’t need it.”
As he continued to persuade, Allison laughed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, Jeremy. Stay sharp, or you're out." Deep down, she knew backup might help, especially in unfamiliar territory. This wasn’t Beacon Hills, but it carried the same dangers.
Scott thought he was hallucinating...he had been doing his nightly perimeter check in case there were new wolves that needed the guidance he never had when he caught a scent that knocked the breath out of him. At first it was just the usual smells of the woods...the wildlife...the pine trees...then her. The phantom smells had stopped years ago...why did they return? The thing was however, this scent was too strong to be something he could hallucinate. There was also something different...an undertone that he couldn't place.
His brain was screaming at him to turn away but his heart was telling him to follow the scent. When it came to Allison, no matter what, he couldn't turn away. Little did he know that what he would find would turn his world upside down. He followed the scent to her. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. There she was...standing with her bow and breathing. She was alive?
He raised his hands to show her he wouldn't harm her. It felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. "Allison...You have been through these woods before...how did you...Its okay, we can figure this out. Do you remember me? I can explain everything...I can take you home."
Allison’s hazel brown eyes locked onto the man before her. He was handsome, and his crooked jaw almost made her smile. Warmth swept over her, softening the memories that had haunted her for days and made her see him as a threat. These memories felt twisted yet distant from reality, though she didn’t know why. Confusion rose as she struggled to make sense of her fearful memories and the unexpected sense of safety she felt around him. Her heart pulled her toward trust, while her mind clung to caution. Torn between fear and trust, Allison kept her weapon pointed but slowly lowered it.
“Who are you?” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“I know you.” The words slipped from the huntress’s lips as her gaze lingered on him. Her mind kept warning her to be wary, but as hesitation settled over her, she felt incapable of harming him. Emotionally torn, she reached out to touch his face, stopping abruptly as confusion ran through her. The uncertainty in her gaze was impossible to hide.
“I should go,” she spat out, eyes fixed away from him, yet unable to ignore the pull she felt toward him. The intensity was indescribable; she couldn’t explain why being near him felt both wrong and strangely familiar all at once.
@flawedxshatteredxsouls sent: Do you hate me?
˜”*°•. Silence lingered for a moment too long . Hate was a powerful word - it hid softer truths beneath it . Longing , even hurt. She didn’t know what she felt , when she looked at him, though. Feelings were, after all, nothing but a waste—of time, of energy. They distracted, pulled one away from what truly mattered. And for her, there was only one priority: saving Enid. ❝ I don’t . ❞ Was the answer that escaped her eventually . Tone cold, distant. ❝ I pity you . ❞ And yet, she’d still gone to him , still visited him . And she didn’t know why.
The corner of Tyler’s lips twisted into a sly smirk as Wednesday spoke. Most found Wednesday’s remarks abrasive because her bluntness often cut through social norms, and her sharp tone left little room for comfort. Tyler enjoyed them; her dark, unapologetic nature was what had caught his attention from the very beginning, before Thornhill had corrupted his mind. "You’re transparent when you lie, Wednesday." Tyler’s smirk evolved into a smug laugh as he cocked his head. "I didn’t call; you did." The words slipped from his lips in a rugged tone, as he edged closer to her.
Their history was messy. Tyler was a Hyde, spreading chaos while Wednesday investigated. She seemed to always be convinced it was him. Though that wasn’t true, it was quite amusing to see her get worked up. But after Thornhill’s downfall, that satisfaction faded. His uncle and mother had both tried to kill him before Wednesday stepped in. Tyler still remembered lying there terrified, waiting to die while the monster inside him threatened to consume him completely. He still didn’t fully understand why Wednesday had saved him. Maybe part of him never would.
After that, Tyler disappeared with the Hyde pack and hid from the world. He knew Wednesday wanted information; she always did. If he could get under her skin in the process, maybe things would be entertaining. “So, are you going to stop lying and tell me why I’m here?”
When his hand came up and touched her cheek, his thumb brushing her cheek, she lent into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. She had let all her anxiety, all her fears and doubts explode onto him, before she realised that he truly was the only one in her heart. And despite saying all those things, he was touching her like this, looking at her as if none of those words had escaped her lips.
He really wasn't like anyone else. He really was just so perfect, so kind, and understanding.
It was definitely love. And she didn't deserve him.
At his question about if she was sure she wanted to come, she smiled softly "I have nothing with me, but.... I am more sure about this than anything I have done in the last few years." She breathed.
She took a breath, her own hand lifting to touch his perfect face. She studied those lines, the ones forming on his brow, and at the edges of his eyes. She loved him for so long, and she never really stopped loving him. She knew that now. All those years with Jeremiah, she was lying to herself. Thinking she was in love with him, when really she was clinging onto the idea of Conrad.
"We have to be honest with each other now, and not run at the first sign of trouble. Promise me that Conrad, because... I can't do that again, I can't hurt again, and I can't hurt you." She breathed "I don't want to hurt you." She breathed. "Promise me." She whispered, leaning in and kissing him softly. "This is it. Us. We're infinity." She breathed.
As Belly’s hand gently touched Conrad’s face, warmth slowly flooded his skin, stirring memories he had spent years trying to suppress. Like the first Christmas they spent alone together, or the first time Belly admitted she had feelings for him. Things like that didn’t just disappear. Conrad had nearly forgotten the softness of her touch and the way her smile could briefly pull him from the darkness in his head.
Their breakup had shattered him in ways he still didn’t fully know how to explain. Losing his mom had been hell — watching her slowly waste away had nearly destroyed him, but losing Belly around the same time had pushed him even deeper into himself. Belly had always been there, in every part of his life for as long as he could remember, so her absence felt like a void he couldn’t fill no matter how hard he tried. His mental health spiraled, and eventually even speaking to her started to feel impossible. So Conrad convinced himself pulling away was the right thing to do. That it was better for her if he stayed gone. But her absence left wounds inside him he doubted would ever fully heal.
Conrad’s head sank slightly into her palm. “God, I missed you,” he whispered, the words slipping out thick with longing. Even now, with everything finally out in the open between them, it still felt surreal, like some dream he was terrified of ruining. How long before he messed this up, too? Before he lost her all over again?
Conrad had crossed oceans for Belly without even knowing if she would want to see him when he got there. But now here she was, sitting next to him, grounding him in a way nobody else ever could. For a moment, his gaze flickered away from hers, guilt twisting painfully inside his chest at the thought of how badly he had hurt her.
“I know,” he admitted, his voice rough and raw. “I get in my head when I’m depressed or anxious, and somehow I convince myself I’m protecting you by pulling away.” He swallowed hard before finally looking back at her. “I’m trying to do better, Belly.”
@bloodofthefates
Min Ho stood beside Kitty outside the airport, his hands tucked into the pockets of his designer jacket as they waited for her dad to pick them up. The long flight should’ve given him time to clear his head, but if anything, being this close to her for hours had only made everything between them feel harder to ignore.
Their relationship had shifted so many times over the past year that Min Ho barely knew what to call it anymore. First, he had confessed his love only for Kitty to turn him down. Then, just when he had finally started trying to move on, she admitted she liked him too. After that, they decided to give things a real shot. Somehow, despite finally finding their way to each other, uncertainty and doubt had still managed to pull them apart before either of them could fully have a chance. But eventually, they figured it out.
Now, somehow, they were actually together: no more mixed signals, no more dancing around their feelings or pretending there was nothing between them. Even now, standing beside her, it still felt a little surreal to Min Ho. Min Ho had always been the charming guy. But Kitty was different. With her, every word seemed to matter more and every touch had a way of staying with him long after the moment had passed.
As he glanced over at her, Min Ho found himself wondering what this trip meant for them now. Whether this was just the start of another complicated chapter in their story… or maybe the beginning of something real.
“You ready for this, Covey?”
REVOLVER BY THE BEATLES PROMPTS * assorted lyrics from the album, adjust as necessary
let me tell you how it will be.
be thankful i don't take it all.
don't ask me what i want it for.
my advice for those who die? declare the pennies on your eyes.
you're working for no one but me.
look at all the lonely people.
who is it for?
where do they all come from?
where do they all belong?
look at him working.
what does he care?
nobody came.
no one was saved.
i'm still yawning.
please don't wake me.
leave me where i am.
i'm only sleeping.
everybody seems to think i'm lazy.
i don't mind.
i think they're crazy.
please don't spoil my day.
each day just goes so fast.
love me while you can.
a lifetime is so short.
what you've got means such a lot to me.
we make love all day long.
i'll make love to you if you want me to.
to lead a better life, i need my love to be here.
nobody can deny that there's something there.
someone is speaking.
i want her everywhere.
to love her is to need her everywhere.
i will be there.
in the town where i was born lived a man who sailed to sea.
our friends are all aboard.
full steam ahead!
cut the cable! drop the cable!
every one of us has all we need.
i know what it's like to be dead.
i know what it is to be sad.
she's making me feel like i've never been born.
who put all those things in your head?
you don't understand what i said.
no no, you're wrong!
i know that i'm ready to leave.
i've got something i can laugh about.
i feel good in a special way.
i'm in love, and it's a sunny day.
i'm so proud to know that she is mine.
tell me that you've got everything you want.
you don't get me.
you can't see me.
look in my direction.
she no longer needs you.
you want her, you need her.
you think she needs you.
he'll be there any time at all.
he does everything he can.
take a drink from his special cup.
you're feeling fine.
my head is filled with things to say.
when i get near you, the games begin to drag me down.
i want to tell you i feel hung up, but i don't know why.
i don't mind.
i could wait forever. i've got time.
sometimes i wish i knew you well.
i didn't know what i would find there.
did i tell you i need you every single day of my life?
you were meant to be near me.
i want you to hear me.
when i'm with you, i want to stay there.
turn off your mind.
surrender to the void.
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Sleep had escaped him yet again.
Twisting a few wires, Anakin’s tired eyes remained fixated on the broken engine in front of him, exhaustion weighing heavily on his expression as he rubbed at one of his eyes with the back of his hand. The line of his lips remained straight, tension lingering across his features. Fixing things brought Anakin a sense of calm and control, which was a welcome relief from the frustration he often felt with people. Machines made sense; people unsettled him, leaving him anxious and uncertain.
Anakin kept his gaze fixed on the scraps he had found with his irritation simmering beneath his focus. When a wire jabbed his finger, a small stream of blood stained his skin. “Ah man, not again,” he muttered tiredly. Then, with the Force, he sensed a presence approaching. Lifting his head, Anakin braced himself for whoever had entered.
Luke felt his heart shatter. He knew his father must be confused, he was confused. How was he here seeing his father as a Young Man? He would never fully understand the force and maybe this was some sort of test. Maybe this wasn't what his heart needed to try and understand his father. His aunt Uncle didn't speak much of him, Obi-Wan didn't but then again they only knew each other for a short time Leia didn't know him either. He had to know there had to be a reason.
Luke felt sure how long he would be here if this was even real or what was the purpose but he knew he had to reach his father. ❝no search your feelings father you know this is true❞ if Anakin really thought Luke was lying, he would either just walk away or would you silence him in another way. But his emotional response gave Luke some hope that he believed him least on some level. Wasn't that he wanted to cause his father stress, far from it but perhaps his father knew why this happened or how he could get back to his own time or if that there was really something we could do to help him
❝she did die. She died shortly after my birth and❞ Luke paused should he tell his father about Leia should he know? Would Leah even want him to know? She hadn't agreed with Luke's idea to try and save his father but he had been right about that. His father had died saving him. ❝i was sent me to live with Uncle owen. And Obi-Wan watched over from afar❞
Anakin’s lips curled into an irritated smirk as he heard the familiar phrase, "search your feelings." The Jedi often used it, making him feel frustrated and overlooked. Their failure to recognize the depth of his power left him feeling restrained and misunderstood. He felt dismissed, judged as a threat instead of a gifted Jedi. The force was all around him, and to use it, he had to listen, but the phrase seemed to doubt his intentions, intensifying his sense of isolation. The Jedi criticized the very powers they relied on, calling him "unpredictable." Once, Anakin wanted to be a Jedi, but witnessing corruption, especially after everything with Ahsoka, replaced admiration with disappointment and anger. Now, reminders of the Jedi trigger pain, resentment, and a rage he can hardly control.
His heart ached. Not just from losing Padme and his unborn child, but also from the attachment that drove him to shatter his own soul. He struggled against this attachment, but could never let go. He had loved Padme deeply since their first meeting. Now, Anakin is overwhelmed by guilt and regret. Every sleepless night, the faces of those he killed haunt his memories, giving him the realization that his actions doomed Padme instead of saving her. The pain and remorse consume his thoughts. Standing before him, this man — about his own age-claims to be his son, sending Anakin into turmoil: confusion, self-loathing, and fear. He wants to believe in his child’s survival but doubts his own luck.
As the man mentioned the death of his mother in childbirth, Anakin realized with a sudden certainty that it was true. He felt it through the Force, and his heart dropped with grief. He recalled the moment his soul seemed to leave him when he was told Padme died, and it was because of him. He whispered, "I know," his voice lowered with sorrow. But then the man spoke of Owen and Obi-Wan, the air around Anakin suddenly turned cold and sharp. The mention of Obi-Wan "watching over" him felt like a physical strike to his chest. The man who had left him to burn in the ash, had stolen his child and hidden him with Owen on that godforsaken desert planet? The betrayal. His sorrow was instantly overtaken by a violent rage that radiated from his presence.
Mentioning Obi-Wan made his pain even more visible, bringing anger to the surface. Padme and Obi-Wan, the only people besides his droid R2 who believed in him, felt like a loss of loyalty and trust. He stiffens, struggling to contain the anger that threatens to break free. “Again I ask, what do you want?”
Padme looked at Anakin, her gaze watching his body movements and taking in his posture. She may not have been a senator anymore, but she had learned to get to know people not just by the way they talked. She had never given up on Anakin, despite everyone thinking it was a waste of time and that he was too far gone. She couldn't blame them for thinking that, but truly, no one knew Anakin like she did. She cared too much for him to give up on him even as he argued with her about it.
"I know you better than anyone, Anakin. I stood by you throughout the Clone Wars. And you still believe I chose Obi-Wan that day, but I didn't choose him. You never gave me a chance to explain myself that night before you chose to choke me. I didn't know Obi-Wan followed me that night; he did come to see me before that at the penthouse, going on about what you did. I didn't want to believe him, and that is why I went to look for you."
Padme shook her head slightly, doing her best to avoid the sorrow she felt deep down. "You never lost me, Anakin. We may not have seen eye to eye, but you never lost me. I will never believe in the dark side, and I can't begin to tell you everything I appreciated you did for me. One thing that I will say, though, is that Palpatine lied to you about me dying because I am still here, and I want you back more than anything else in this world. I love you, Ani, no matter what," she said.
"The twins are your kids, and I want them to know their father, but not when they risk being taken away by Palpatine," she said.
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As Padmé spoke about the life they could have had with their children, Anakin let out a tainted, shaky sigh. His heart wasn't just weighed down; it was being crushed by conflicting emotions of love, regret, and a longing so sharp it was hard to breathe. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to meet with her, and a dark confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled with the agony of the past and a desperate yearning for her presence. Her words awakened a fragile hope in him, but that hope was painfully tangled with regret that pulled him in opposite directions, as if it would tear him apart.
Anakin recognized her skill as a politician and the way she inspired belief that things could improve; even now, he almost wanted to embrace that idea. He felt torn between wanting to reconnect with Padme and the painful reality of his choices or just letting her go, which he knew he wasn't strong enough for. It was then that his eyes shifted to blue — a rare sight since Mustafar. It was the color of the man he used to be, showing that for a moment, he wasn't completely consumed by the darkness that had taken hold of him since the night he helped kill Master Mace Windu. Anakin looked at her, his body trembling and unmoving, caught between his need for her and the sadness over his actions.
Anger, rage, and regret stabbed at his heart like a lightsaber, yet this pain ran deeper than any physical wound he had ever felt. He could feel the anger burning like fire inside him and the regret gnawing at his memories as he mourned for the life he had lost. When Padmé said, "I love you, Ani, no matter what. The twins are your kids, and I want them to know their father," those feelings of love and sorrow finally overwhelmed him completely. He tried to speak, his voice a broken whisper of, “I…,” but the tears fell quickly before he could even finish. His eyes reflected the total loss of his family and the unbearable pain of the choices that had led him to this moment. Anakin slowly turned his head, looking away.
I just had a really good job interview....I think lol Now onto replies.
❝ did you miss me? ❞ (padme to anakin)
It had only been a month since Mustafar. The betrayal still lived beneath his skin. Obi-Wan had turned on him, left him to die, and the image of that moment still tore at what was left of him. Through the Force, Anakin could still sense traces of the Jedi: faint, but he refused to acknowledge them. He tried to shut them out, to silence them, but they lingered all the same. Now there was only the Empire, only his power, only the darkness that gave him purpose.
As he walked through the cold corridors of the Imperial ship, a sound stopped him. A voice. Her voice. Padme. The sound cut straight through the rage that had replaced his heart, pulling him back to the one thing he thought he’d lost forever. And then, impossibly, she stood before him — alive. Still beautiful as ever. He couldn’t tell if seeing her brought him peace or made it harder to breathe.
“P…Padmé.” Her name trembled from his lips, the weight of it almost breaking him. For a brief moment, something hit him — love, grief, everything he’d sworn to destroy. “Every moment,” he said, the words rough, unguarded. His hands tightened into fists, fury rising to smother the weakness. He had destroyed Anakin Skywalker. Only Vader remained, and yet she still made him feel like the man he used to be.
Working on my drafts. In my head today, so feel like crap so bare with me
